One day,I had this accident due to a stupid bus coming in the wrong way.One month of bed rest with a broken bone and another one on crutches.And finally when I was ready,there was a shock in store.My dad was no longer ready to hand over the bikes keys to me. Convincing,explaining nothing worked.He was in no mood to get me even a smaller capacity bike or any 2-wheeler for that matter.5 months have passed since the accident happened,but everyday I see,what used to be my zma,parked in our garage(my dad uses it now)I start to think,did I deserve this for no fault of mine?Parting with something you were so passionate about just because a whacky driver,who was probably drunk had a go on me.Don't I deserve another chance?Can't we leave it behind?... Just lots of questions...and I believe this is what crisis is.The struggle within ourselves,the struggle to find the answers.It's a phase where where you understand yourself better and redefine your preferences so that you can enjoy this small lifespan that we're allotted...
P.S.btw,though I'm free to use the car,I ride this cbz-x of my dads which is in a not so good condition beyond normal repairs because the biker in me never tends to cease and always yearns for more.I'll never take the wrong way(read giving up riding) just because a stupid bus is in mine...
